Fortescue grins, chuckling softly. When she's about to open her mouth to say some sort of smart comment about that, his name derails things. Or rather, his last name. She's never heard of many Crushers before, and the fact that his last name resembles that of a dear friend...

"Jazz came with me, from my universe," she says, before canting her head to the side. "Your mother wouldn't happen to be Beverly Crusher, would she?"